Choose your own thoughts , Reject the shackles of other's created reality

The people are abound, though I sit without a sound. Alone in solitude, though, thought, it surrounds. My thoughts sort through, to find the ones with truth.

The creator decides , the powerless concede to an other's world in which they reside.

Is there much wrong with being created..? We were all born.

The body is limited to its creation, but idea and thoughtful activity does not have to be limited to its creation -- it must be free , even if it decides slavery.